September 8, 2016 7:58 am A Few Little Vignettes
A little girl was slowly following a butterfly in her garden. When it rested on a blossom, the little girl said, “You are beautiful. Thank you.”
So wise and so exactly perfect. Beauty is something we are all so grateful for. Beauty changes our lives in every good way. Sometimes we even take it for granted. For someone so little to notice the butterfly and love it will reinforce her appreciation of natural beauty. With some nurturing, this feeling will make her life more full, and inspire all the people she is around.
A father was shopping with his two little girls, aged three and five. Each had a little basket containing just a few groceries. At the register, the girls eagerly put their things on the counter. As they left the store, each carrying a bag, the father said, “What would I ever do without my girls? Thank you! Now, how about some ice cream?”
“Oh goody, Daddy,” the girls said in unison.
Darren had a shiny dime. His brother Henry saw it too. Darren left the dime on his desk but when he came in from playing outside, it wasn’t there. When Henry saw how upset Darren was over the missing dime, he felt awful. He had taken it. Not knowing what to do, he began to cry.
“Henry, why are you so sad? I wish I had my dime to give you to cheer you up.”
Now blubbering, Henry reached into his pocket and took out his brother’s dime.
“I am sorry, Darren. I took it.”
Darren was relieved to have his dime back. He felt sorry for his younger brother. “We can share it. Please don’t be so sad, Henry.”
“Darren, you’re the nicest brother in the world. I will never take anything from you ever, ever again.”
Jake had fallen out of an apple tree at his Grandparent’s farm. It was a bad break and he had a blue cast all the way past his elbow. Getting into the car, to go to nursery school, Jake had trouble carrying his school bag, which was full of animal books.
“Let me help you, Jake,” his sister Sarah said in a motherly way.
“Thanks Sarah. I thought I could do it but I really couldn’t.”
Without the tote bag, Jake could slither into his car seat.
“I’ll buckle you in, okay Jakie?”
Smiling at Sarah, he said, “Sure, Thanks again.”
Jean, their mother, looked at her children and smiled, putting her hands out to both of them. Sarah fastened her seat belt.
Jake smiled. “Mommy, it isn’t so bad to break an arm, as long as I have you two.”
Written by: Anne Martine Cook, Managing Partner & Mom, with 40+ years experience teaching nursery school children.
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